Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.

The world's a better place since I chose music.

This sounds really corny, but I am a slave to my work, a workaholic, and glad of it. I like what I do; this is my place, my little universe, one of them.

I wonder how Colin Powell sleeps at night. I would like to have a word with him because he lied. He lied. He lied to me. He lied to my face through the camera at the U.N.

I'm just shallow and self-interested, and don't get out much because I'm afraid of real commitments.

The scarcity of the music not only makes the music itself enjoyable but it also gives the collector a strange sense of superiority.

Life forgets me but will not let me forget Holds me down and tells me that I'm free.